ow that I know her。〃
〃Bah！ I don't despair of seeing you one day at the back of her box； and of bearing that you are ruining yourself for her。 However； you are right； she hasn't been well brought up； but she would be a charming mistress to have。〃
Happily； the curtain rose and my friend was silent。 I could not possibly tell you what they were acting。 All that I remember is that from time to time I raised my eyes to the box I had quitted so abruptly； and that the faces of fresh visitors succeeded one another all the time。
I was far from having given up thinking about Marguerite。 Another feeling had taken possession of me。 It seemed to me that I had her insult and my absurdity to wipe out； I said to myself that if I spent every penny I had； I would win her and win my right to the place I had abandoned so quickly。
Before the performance was over Marguerite and her friend left the box。 I rose from my seat。
〃Are you going？〃 said Ernest。
〃Yes。〃
〃Why？〃
At that moment he saw that the box was empty。
〃Go； go；〃 he said； 〃and good luck； or rather better luck。〃
I went out。
I heard the rustle of dresses； the sound of voices； on the staircase。 I stood aside； and； without being seen； saw the two women pass me； accompanied by two young men。 At the entrance to the theatre they were met by a footman。
〃Tell the coachman to wait at the door of the Cafe' Anglais；〃 said Marguerite。 〃We will walk there。〃
A few minutes afterward I saw Marguerite from the street at a window of one of the large rooms of the restaurant； pulling the camellias of her bouquet to pieces； one by one。 One of the two men was leaning over her shoulder and whispering in her ear。 I took up my position at the Maison…d'or； in one of the first…floor rooms； and did not lose sight of the window for an instant。 At one in the morning Marguerite got into her carriage with her three friends。 I took a cab and followed them。 The carriage stopped at No。 9； Rue d'Antin。 Marguerite got out and went in alone。 It was no doubt a mere chance； but the chance filled me with delight。
From that time forward； I often met Marguerite at the theatre or in the Champs…Elysees。 Always there was the same gaiety in her； the same emotion in me。
At last a fortnight passed without my meeting her。 I met Gaston and asked after her。
〃Poor girl； she is very ill；〃 he answered。
〃What is the matter？〃
〃She is consumptive； and the sort of life she leads isn't exactly the thing to cure her。 She has taken to her bed； she is dying。〃
The heart is a strange thing； I was almost glad at hearing it。
Every day I went to ask after her； without leaving my name or my card。 I heard she was convalescent and had gone to Bagneres。
Time went by； the impression； if not the memory； faded gradually from my mind。 I travelled； love affairs； habits； work； took the place of other thoughts； and when I recalled this adventure I looked upon it as one of those passions which one has when one is very young； and laughs at soon afterward。
For the rest； it was no credit to me to have got the better of this recollection； for I had completely lost sight of Marguerite； and； as I told you； when she passed me in the corridor of the Varietes； I did not recognise her。 She was veiled； it is true； but； veiled though she might have been two years earlier； I should not have needed to see her in order to recognise her： I should have known her intuitively。 All the same； my heart began to beat when I knew that it was she； and the two years that had passed since I saw her； and what had seemed to be the results of that separation； vanished in smoke at the mere touch of her dress。
Chapter 8
However （continued Armand after a pause）； while I knew myself to be still in love with her； I felt more sure of myself； and part of my desire to speak to Marguerite again was a wish to make her see that I was stronger than she。
How many ways does the heart take； how many reasons does it invent for itself； in order to arrive at what it wants！
I could not remain in the corridor； and I returned to my place in the stalls； looking hastily around to see what box she was in。 She was in a ground…floor box； quite alone。 She had changed； as I have told you； and no longer wore an indifferent smile on her lips。 She had suffered； she was still suffering。 Though it was April； she was still wearing a winter costume； all wrapped up in furs。
I gazed at her so fixedly that my eyes attracted hers。 She looked at me for a few seconds； put up her opera…glass to see me better； and seemed to think she recognised me； without being quite sure who I was； for when she put down her glasses； a smile； that charming； feminine salutation； flitted across her lips； as if to answer the bow which she seemed to expect； but I did not respond； so as to have an advantage over her； as if I had forgotten； while she remembered。 Supposing herself mistaken；； she looked away。
The curtain went up。 I have often seen Marguerite at the theatre。 I never saw her pay the slightest attention to what was being acted。 As for me； the performance interested me equally little； and I paid no attention to anything but her； though doing my utmost to keep her from noticing it。
Presently I saw her glancing across at the person who was in the opposite box； on looking； I saw a woman with whom I was quite familiar。 She had once been a kept woman； and had tried to go on the stage； had failed； and； relying on her acquaintance with fashionable people in Paris； had gone into business and taken a milliner's shop。 I saw in her a means of meeting with Marguerite； and profited by a moment in which she looked my way to wave my hand to her。 As I expected； she beckoned to me to come to her box。
Prudence Duvernoy （that was the milliner's auspicious name） was one of those fat women of forty with whom one requires very little diplomacy to make them understand what one wants to know； especially when what one wants to know is as simple as what I had to ask of her。
I took advantage of a moment when she was smiling across at Marguerite to ask her； 〃Whom are you looking at？〃
〃Marguerite Gautier。〃
〃You know her？〃
〃Yes； I am her milliner； and she is a neighbour of mine。〃
〃Do you live in the Rue d'Antin？〃
〃No。 7。 The window of her dressing…room looks on to the window of mine。〃
〃They say she is a charming girl。〃
〃Don't you know her？〃
〃No； but I should like to。〃
〃Shall I ask her to come over to our box？〃
〃No； I would rather for you to introduce me to her。〃
〃At her own house？〃
〃Yes。
〃That is more difficult。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Because she is under the protection of a jealous old duke。〃
〃'Protection' is charming。〃
〃Yes； protection；〃 replied Prudence。 〃Poor old man； he would be greatly embarrassed to offer her anything else。〃
Prudence then told me how Marguerite had made the acquaintance of the duke at Bagneres。
〃That； then；〃 I continued； 〃is why she is alone here？〃
〃Precisely。〃
〃But who will see her home？〃
〃He will。〃
〃He will come for her？〃
〃In a moment。〃
〃And you； who is seeing you home？〃
〃No one。〃
〃May I offer myself？〃
〃But you are with a friend； are you not？〃
〃May we offer； then？〃
〃Who is your friend？〃
〃A charming fellow； very amusing。 He will be delighted to make your acquaintance。〃
〃Well； all right； we will go after this piece is over； for I know the last piece。〃
〃With pleasure； I will go and tell my friend。〃
〃Go； then。 Ah；〃 added Prudence； as I was going； 〃there is the duke just coming into Marguerite's box。〃
I looked at him。 A man of about seventy had sat down behind her； and was giving her a bag of sweets； into which she dipped at once； smiling。 Then she held it out toward Prudence； with a gesture which seemed to say； 〃Will you have some？〃
〃No；〃 signalled Prudence。
Marguerite drew back the bag； and； turning； began to talk with the duke。
It may sound childish to tell you all these details； but everything relating to Marguerite is so fresh in my memory that I can not help recalling them now。
I went back to Gaston and told him of the arrangement I had made for him and for me。 He agreed； and we left our stalls to go round to Mme。 Duvernoy's box。 We had scarcely opened the door leading into the stalls when we had to stand aside to allow Marguerite and the duke to pass。 I would have given ten years of my life to have been in the old man's place。
When they were on the street he handed her into a phaeton； which he drove himself； and they were whirled away by two superb horses。
We returned to Prudence's box； and when the play was over we took a cab and drove to 7； Rue d'Antin。 At the door； Prudence asked us to come up and see her showrooms； which we had never seen； and of which she seemed very proud。 You can imagine how eagerly I accepted。 It seemed to me as if I was coming nearer and nearer to Marguerite。 I soon turned the conversation in her direction。
〃The old duke is at your neighbours；〃 I said to Prudence。
〃Oh； no； she is probably alone。〃
〃But she must be dreadfully bored；〃 said Gaston。
〃We spend most of our evening together； or she calls to me when she comes in。 She never goes to bed before two in the morning。 She can't sleep before that。〃
〃Why？〃
〃Because she suffers in the chest； and is almost always feverish。〃
〃Hasn't she any lovers？〃 I asked。
〃I never see any one remain after I leave； I don't say no one ever comes when I am gone。 Often in the evening I meet there a certain Comte de N。； who thinks he is making some headway by calling on her at eleven in the evening； and by sending her jewels to any extent； but she can't stand him。 She makes a mistake； he is very rich。 It is in vain that I say to her from time to time； 'My dear child； there's the man for you。' She； who generally listens to me； turns her back and replies that he is too stupid。 Stupid； indeed； he is； but it would be a position for her； while this old duke might die any day。 Old men are egoists； his family are always reproaching him for his affection for Marguerite； there are two reasons why he is likely to leave her nothing。 I give her good advice； and she only says it will be plenty of time to take on the count when the duke is dead。 It isn't all fun；〃 continued Prudence； 〃to live like that。